To Get Drunk, One Flower and One Wine Are Enough

"When mist and rain fall, all things come into being." Mo Yi stared at the ray of rain and smiled silently. "The snow has fallen, but the warmth remains forever." Mo Yi stared at Han Xue, lowered his eyes and smiled softly. "I heard that the immortal has been born again. The last time I saw it was when my grandfather was a child..." "I don't know what an immortal looks like..." "Hey, no one has been to the temple dedicated to the immortals for many years. I must be here to take revenge on you!" Mortals were talking a lot, but no one knew the truth behind Mo Yi's reappearance. He is tired. He has experienced thousands of years of changes and witnessed thousands of reincarnations. The children he saw when he came out of the mountain for the first time were already mortal ancestors when he came out of the mountain for the second time. "It would be nice if someone could accompany me." "Now, it just adds to the sorrow." "It's better to get drunk and drink to your heart's content, guarding the flowers and trees, and a pot of fine wine. One flower and one wine is enough."